Anacreon's Grave.
Here where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard, Say, whose grave can this be, with life by all the Immortals Beauteously planted and deck'd? Here doth Anacreon sleep Spring and summer and autumn rejoiced the thrice-happy minstrel, And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.
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"Here where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,..."
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